Please…hotel and catering companies of the world, please stop serving melon slices when what you are trying to serve is “fruit plates.” I spend huge amounts of my life eating catered food. Most of the food that is served at meetings, while it may be prepared with varying degrees of care (and let’s be honest, most of that is minimal) it is certainly grown on an industrial scale. In the last ten years there has been a trend away from serving pastries for breakfast and more towards serving a selection of fruit. While this seems like a good …
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It is snowing heavily here in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia and most people are doing what people here do when it snows like this – staring at it, making comments to each other and abandoning their plans for getting home on time. Heavy snow here can bring out irritation and anger, but today I have been struck by how beautiful people look. There is a lot of smiling and laughing and radiance today. Dunno why it seems that way, but I like it. I’m falling deeply in like with everyone I meet this afternoon! …
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A dear friend of mine, Chris Coon, has just released an album of music inspired by the Odyssey. Called “License to Depart” it’s a very cool album featuring a bunch of well known Bowen Island musicians and Chris’s distinctive guitar, drums and David Sylvian inspired vocals. I contributed some flute fills to the track Odysseus Gates, which you can hear at his MySpace page. Its a mix of prog rock, ambient wash and whimsey. You can hear more tracks and find out more at his website.
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Fruits of the feed: BY-YOUR-⌘ posts a Moon-set on flickr Jack Ricchiuto on four important conversations Rob Paterson’s remarkable harvest from the 2008 Boyd Conference Dirk Buchholz and his blog MediaBuzzard. A new one to me covering progressive Canadian politics. Susan Szpakowski on doing more with less in process and organizational design
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My 14 colleagues, fellow students, peers, all women, all full of promise. I never knew any of them but their deaths touched me deeply. I’ll never forget December 6, 1989.